Sadly, many of my close friends at the restaurant are leaving for good. Not student-leaving, more like… leaving for real life jobs.
That makes Michelle SAD.
But every cloud has a silver lining, right? And this silver lining is the going-away party that we threw for them. A lot of servers came out with us this weekend and it was amazing.
Even though I always buy dresses, I always feel like it’s too skanky to wear because the dresses I buy have cutouts all over. But I grew some balls and put a dress on this night. Thankfully, because it resulted in this picture…
Side note: how do I look so thin here?! I knew it was a magical night. I’ve been trying to recreate this pose so that I could casually whip it out when taking pictures now.
Awkward leg disease.
Every time I go out with these cool cats, we meet up with the guy in the suit who has a fetish for doing the splits vertically and horizontally. You do you, dude. You do you. He’s also a fantastic dancer.
Look at that.
Wait. I JUST realized that he’s NOT wearing girl shoes and there ISN’T a phantom arm on his shoulders… there’s a girl in there somewhere!
So, remember when I told you about green shorts dude? Well, he and my friend are hooking up, which they are keeping a secret. This one crazy coworker tried way too hard to go after him that night. At this dance bar, she basically cornered him and led him around the whole night.
For the entire time she was doing this, he literally looked for any escape possible. He was like a lost puppy, always trying to make his way back towards the main group. It was hilarious. We even saw him dance with a coworker he didn’t even know because he was trying to escape that thirsty beeyotch.
[moodshift here]The end of summer is coming, I can feel it and it’s bittersweet as hell. I feel like just as I’m growing into this group and making closer connections with them, I’m going to leave. This ALWAYS happens to me. Just as things are getting good, I leave the situation.
Determined as I am sometimes to live a no-regret kind of life… I always find myself regretting some of the timing of my decisions. Never the decisions themselves: the decision to stay in Ann Arbor for the summer, the decision to go to France when I am (although time will tell whether I’ll enjoy it or not), the decision to basically throw myself into this group of friends.
What I do regret—and maybe regret isn’t even the right word for it—is that it took me so long to do so. I know that friendships take time and to rush friendships would come off a little creepy sometimes, maybe I should have initiated more. Maybe I should’ve deferred my study abroad semester during second semester. Maybe I should’ve applied for this job earlier and found these people earlier.
What I’m really learning lately is that everything is so temporary it hurts sometimes.
Which is why we should all be thankful for the good times that do happen.
The pockets of moments that we are able to have.
And maybe that’s the true meaning of no regrets.